Glorious Rewrite

Rewrite time is a fun time. I forgot how much fun it is.

Draft time is a fun time. In fact, it’s probably the most fun time. But it comes with all these pressures. Namely, the pressure to create something new, and the pressure to create at lightning-quick speed.

I subscribe (at least up until recently) to the idea that a first draft should be pounded out as quickly as possible, with as little thinking as posssible.

Outline, outline, outline. Then first draft. Fast first draft. No tweaking, no going back, no second guessing.

This means that I can knock out a draft in a couple weeks or less, to the envy of all my other writer friend(s). But it also means that sometimes those drafts are less than I hoped. I suppose this to be a fairly common problem among screenwriters, but I wish to eradicate it.

When I was in elementary school, junior high, senior high and college, I wrote things at a nice, deliberate pace. My first drafts were like third drafts. It was wonderful.

When I became a screenwriter everyone said that I should write first drafts like first drafts. And certainly this helps them to come out fast.

But while draft time is definitely better than the maddening limbo of outline time, rewrite time is probably my favorite time. Granted, this is only my second time there, but the last time (almost a year ago) was all kinds of fun, and so far this time is too.

Rewrite gives you that chance to really make the script the way you wanted it to be. I can obsess and finesse and tweak and adjust and do over to my perfectionistic heart’s content.

In the current case, the rewrite really is almost a complete rewrite, so it has all that magical aura of a first draft with the freedom and reward of a rewrite. It’s beautiful.

I have 17 pages of rewrite so far. Because I can, I will probably remove a couple of those pages, but even so, I’m pretty proud.

I’d be making a lot more progress, but things have been absolutely insane at work, with violence, non-compliance and anger on every side. I’m not even exaggerating.

So my actual “work” work takes me much longer every night, decreasing the writing time available. And my days tend to last longer, which means I get less sleep and then can’t stay awake enough to produce anything good.

I’m not really into the “suffering writer” thing. It doesn’t really help my creativity as much as you’d think. So let’s hope this is over soon.

In only slightly related news, I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s tonight while doing paperwork. I’m trying to dredge my memory to a certain extent, but I think this may be the original “falls in love with his best friend” movie. Anyone?